The Alien's Revenge - Ella Maven Page 0,17
I was now. To her, I wouldn’t be the miserable savage fleck I’d been for tens of cycles. I’d be her Heart.
Ashamed, I dropped to a crouch in front of her. The qua covered me to my chest, and I gazed up at her. Kneeling didn’t come naturally to me. The position was awkward, and something told me warriors didn’t go to our knees for anyone—except our females. So, I’d do it for her, and hoped that would make up for my sick thoughts of ravaging her. Had I ruined it? I waited to see if she’d let me touch her. I didn’t know how to ask, or if I was allowed to. Maybe she’d touch me first, then I’d know it was okay.
The bloom in my mind trembled before cautiously peeling back the petals one by one. The warm golden glow strengthened, heating me from inside out. I heaved a breath and then inhaled the scent of the fresh qua and my female.
Merr-anda swallowed, and I watched her neck work. Her eyes bore into mine, searching. She must have been satisfied with whatever she saw, because she stretched one hand and slowly touched the side of my face. Her fingers were soft, warm, and without meaning to, I felt myself leaning into her touch.
“Heart.” She murmured that strange name she’d given me.
I wanted to say her name back, but all I could manage was the steady purr in my throat. With careful movements, I bent forward and pressed my forehead to her stomach. She gasped softly, and then dropped both hands to the top of my head. I could feel them there, sifting through the strands and loose braids.
Images flashed in my mind, but these didn’t come with pain. These were pleasant visions, words, and lectures on how to pleasure a female. Someone had taught me once. I knew for sure I’d never touched one, but I could remember what to do. I clicked the piercings in my tongue against the tips of my fangs. Yes, these meant something. These were for her.
Her hands sifted down my neck to my shoulders, and I lifted my head to find the peaks of her breasts close enough to take into my mouth. My muscles tensed in anticipation as I stretched toward them and slowly ran my closed lips across her beaded nipples.
Her breath caught, and her eyes glittered a warm amber in the sunlight. But she didn’t stop me. Her hand tightened in the hair at the base of my neck, and her full lips parted, pink tongue peeking out of the corner.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I opened my mouth and drew the stiff peak in. I closed my lips around it and sucked while I lashed it with the balls pierced through my tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, and her hips bucked, sending qua splashing between us.
I kept going, sucking, licking, and rolling the balls along her sensitive flesh as she squirmed above me, fists gripping my hair as she held me against her. My cock was a spike between my legs as it dragged along the pebbled bottom of the spring. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed hard, to the point of pain, so I didn’t rut like an animal. Her skin tasted of sun and qua, her breasts sweet as ripe fruit.
My mind buzzed like a hunner horde, and I felt dizzy with her taste and scent. Unable to resist any longer, I gripped her waist and drew her from the water. She gave a surprised gasp but didn’t resist as I stretched her out on a warm, flat rock. The sun beamed through the leaves above us, dappling her skin like an antella’s young.
There were no words to describe how she looked spread out before me like a meal. I picked up her injured ankle and touched my lips to the delicate bone there. With half-closed eyelids, she bit down on her lower lip and beckoned toward me with a smile.
When she spread her thick thighs, I knew I’d found the source of true happiness. Nestled amongst a bed of dark curls was her cunt, ripe and glistening from her arousal. I didn’t even remember moving, but one moment I stood above her and the next, I’d buried myself between her legs.
She purred a husky moan, and I fisted my cock between my legs. I swiped my tongue up her cunt, my eyes rolling back into my head at her taste. She writhed beneath me,